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Chapter 116 Happy Birthday, Harry

The magic wand floating in mid-air seemed to shake twice, but in the end it didn't fall, and was still suspended quietly.

Sherlock rubbed his chin, he could feel that the high-level decurse could obviously shake the effect of controlling magic, but it was only shaking.

This is Sherlock's advanced curse-breaking after his soul-stitching effect has been significantly improved.

If the advanced curse-removal used by normal wizards should be the same as the general-purpose curse-removal, it will not have any effect on controlling magic.

But if it goes up to another level, the advanced spell-breaking jointly used by multiple wizards can probably completely seal Sherlock's own unique control magic.

However, the formation of such a situation is also very harsh.

Before Voldemort was fully resurrected and made a comeback, this kind of wizard battle scene would not be encountered under normal circumstances.

Therefore, centering on controlling magic, the "floating wand casting system" is completely feasible. This combination of magic is enough for Sherlock to deal with most situations.

In the magic world, he has the most basic self-protection ability.

Sherlock looked at the wand floating in the air with satisfaction, and he had already thought of many possibilities for using the spell in this way.

In addition to the petrification spell, stun spell, and disarm spell, which are three types of spells that need to hit the enemy to produce effects, there is also the explosive spell, which is originally a range of offensive spells.

Although using control magic to cast spells will reduce the strength of the spell, who can stand the indiscriminate bombardment of hundreds of magic wands?

Just when Sherlock was thinking about how to expand the advantages of this method of casting spells and create more possibilities, he suddenly thought of a novel idea.

If the Patronus Charm is used with control magic, will multiple Patronus be summoned?
After thinking of this, he immediately made a try.

Re-manipulating the wand to float, and at the same time finding out the feeling of successfully using the Patronus Charm before, the two wands waved together in mid-air, and Sherlock also recited the spell.

"Call God for protection."

The next moment, the silver light lit up in the study again, and the tips of the two wands shone with silver light, and then two small and pocket-sized crows condensed in the silver light, waving their wings and landed on Sherlock's shoulders respectively.

Sherlock opened his eyes wide, stretched out his arms, and let the two little crows jump on it together, looking at the Patronus who seemed to be mitotic in amazement.

He really didn't expect that this would actually be able to summon the Patronus.

According to his previous conjecture, because using control magic to cast spells will weaken the effectiveness of the spell, the most likely phenomenon is that the patron saint cannot be condensed into an entity.

But the result was that the entity was successfully condensed, but it became a little smaller in size.

The Patronus that was fully summoned before was about the size of a regular sheet of A4 paper, but now the Patronus has shrunk to the size of a palm.

It doesn't matter if it is small, the key is being able to summon it.

If two wands can succeed, it means ten, twenty, or one hundred.

Throwing away some quality to pile on quantity is perfectly acceptable.

It was getting close to evening, and Sherlock ended today's spell experiment with satisfaction, and after having a casual dinner in the kitchen to celebrate today's harvest, he ended his day's life.

The next day, the morning of July 31st.

Sherlock went out for a morning run and came back from his morning run. He commanded his two wands at home, one indoors and one outdoors, and cleaned up the small courtyard that was already very clean.

I settled for lunch outside at noon, then went to the dessert shop to order a cake, and ordered some food for the evening at a restaurant.

When I got home, I made a simple arrangement, conjured up some ribbons and balloons, and created a cheerful atmosphere.

Finally, at three o'clock in the afternoon, he went to number four, Privet Drive, and knocked on the door of the Dursleys' house.

Vernon, who opened the door for him, had a gloomy face. Obviously, Harry had informed him in advance that he was going to Sherlock's house for his birthday today.

After seeing Sherlock outside the door, he didn't say anything, but shouted rudely upstairs.

"Get off, brat!"

Sherlock frowned slightly upon hearing his tone, but said nothing.

Harry didn't care about Vernon's tone at all, he was already used to it.

Excited Harry ran down the stairs, Sherlock nodded to him and congratulated with a smile.

"Happy birthday, Harry."

The smile on Harry's face froze subconsciously, and even his steps became heavier instead of cheerful.

But soon he comforted himself in his heart.

It’s okay, it’s okay, he has already verified it on the road in Paris, Professor Forrest’s crow’s mouth is gone, and he has become a prophet!
He said he had a happy birthday, so he must have a happy birthday!
Then, the smile on Harry's face reappeared.

Vernon looked at Harry as he walked out of the room, his eyes staring like a fat frog.

"Don't forget what I told you! Don't come back until midnight! Did you hear that!"

Harry waved his hand.

"I know, I know."

Then he followed Sherlock out of Privet Drive.

asked Sherlock on the way.

"Why did he specifically ask you to stay until midnight?"

"Because Aunt Marge is coming to my aunt's house for a week today," Harry explained.

"Aunt Maggie is Uncle Vernon's sister. They forced me to call her aunt too. She used to come to live with my aunt. She didn't like me very much. The last time I came was when I was 10 years old. She brought a dog to peep Aunt Ni’s house, I let the dog chase me up a tree, they watched my jokes while eating dinner, and they didn’t pull the dog away until midnight.”

Harry said it lightly, without showing how sad he was.

He has long been used to this kind of life, and there have been more extreme ones before. For example, at Dudley's fifth birthday party, Aunt Maggie used a cane to prevent the four-year-old Harry from defeating Dudley in the music game. Slapping Harry's calf; giving Dudley a robot toy for Christmas, and giving him a box of dog food biscuits to humiliate him (these three things are all in the original third book).

Harry had taken it for granted, as if he was supposed to be the least liked of the Dursleys.

"I heard from Aunt Petunia that they thought I wouldn't be back for another week, so they asked Aunt Maggie to come over in advance, so as to save her from seeing me upset. They didn't expect that I would come back early, so they asked me not to disturb them dinner time, and come home when Aunt Marge is going to bed."

Sherlock listened quietly and did not speak.

He grew up in an orphanage in his previous life, but even in an orphanage, he was never treated like this.

"You're amazing, Harry."

Walking on the road, Sherlock suddenly spoke.

Harry froze for a moment, and said a little embarrassedly.

"They all say I'm the savior or something, but I know that defeating Voldemort has nothing to do with me"

"I'm not talking about that." Sherlock said to him seriously, "I'm saying that even if you don't have the name of the savior, you are still amazing."

Having said that, he shrugged.

"Of course, sometimes, don't be so playful. It would be even more remarkable if you put more effort into learning magic."

"Hermione has said enough of these things to me at school."

"Prove she's right. Oh, by the way, do you want to call Ron and Hermione over today? I can pick them up."

"I have already received their gifts today. Ron and his family traveled to Egypt, and Hermione is also on vacation in France. It's a pity that I only found out today, otherwise we might meet them in France."

While they were chatting, a fiery owl suddenly flew over from a distance, came to their heads and dropped a letter.

Sherlock's name was written on the letter.

Sherlock picked up the letter with some doubts, then opened it and read it quickly.

Seeing the last, his brows furrowed deeply.

"Something happened, Harry."

An ominous premonition rose in Harry's heart, and he thought of the "Happy Birthday" that Sherlock wished himself at the Dursleys' house just 5 minutes ago.

"What happened, Professor?"

"I'm sorry, I guess I may not be able to spend today's birthday with you. A friend of mine has something very important to ask me to help."

Sherlock said hesitantly, he didn't want to break his promise to Harry, but the things in this letter were indeed not trivial.

Harry was stunned for a while, then he looked at Sherlock and asked with pleading eyes.

"Then can I stay at your house alone until night before going back tonight?"

Sherlock looked serious.

"The situation is dangerous for you, and I cannot leave you alone."

Harry looked extremely depressed, but he did his best to appear as nonchalant as possible.

"It's okay, Professor, I'm already very grateful that you are willing to spend my birthday with me today."

He didn't ask anything more from Sherlock, just turned around and walked slowly towards the Dursley's house.

In the setting sun, his back looks very lonely.

Sherlock looked at the letter in his hand, tapped his head with a headache, hesitated for a while, then shook his head and said.

"If you don't mind spending your birthday at the Ministry of Magic, I can take you there with me."

Harry turned around in surprise.

"Of course I don't mind! Professor! As long as it's not at Aunt Petunia's, anywhere!"

Sherlock sighed, telling Harry.

"When I get there, I may not have time to accompany you. Someone wants to ask me for help. You probably have to stay by yourself for a while."

Harry said indifferently.

"It's okay, I haven't been to the Ministry of Magic yet!"

"Go then, grab my arm and I'll disapparate you."

Harry grabbed Sherlock's arm excitedly, and the reversal of the situation made him really think that Sherlock's crow's mouth was gone, and it was impossible for him to suffer bad luck today!

(End of this chapter)